over the bank. In the lowest potion it's close to 1 ft before coming
over.
high water. It doesn't get eaten away it simply gets wet, heavy
and then sluffs off. *sigh*
This is the necklace and braclet Cortney made at our beginner beading
class last night. I thought being outside it would show the beautiful
colors, but alas the camera just doesn't do it justice *sigh*
We also learned how to make ear rings, but ran out of time.
There is a better picture below( 3rd), at least it shows the color betterThis is the necklace and bracelet I made. I'm not a jewelry person, so
thought that smaller beads were better. The main beads are Mother
of pearl and then crystal beads and silver spacers to offset it. It's 200%
more beautiful than the picture shows, and that is credit to the
beautiful beads not my work.Here the color is better of Cortney's, but still not doing it it's full justice.
crisp and plan to make rhubarb sauce and can it, with the remainder.Rhubarb is an acquired taste and we tend to like ours on the tart side,so we don't overload it with sugar.Rhubarb, like dandelion greens is a good Spring tonic to cleanse yourliver. Most likely, it is best eaten raw, provided you can stand it thatway! *LOL*few days, until we have time to make and can the sauce. I need to bringup a couple dozen pint jars, my waterbath canner, lids and neededitems. Sure wish the strawberries were ripe, we'd make StrawberryRhubard jam and pie, YUMMMMMM.....! The strawberries are justnow beginning to bloom and I have first dibs on the biggest ripe oneI can find! *wink*
Okay I need to get the first load of laundry hung out and Cortney and I
will head out to clean barns.
Praying you see the many blessing around you today.
Thank you just doesn't seem enough, for those who've served or are serving, gave/give their lives, or lost a loved one, all in the name of protecting our freedoms. Say Thank you and give a hug, or shake a hand of a veteran, or family member of a lost veteran this weekend. Let them know how much we appreciate their dedication and sacrifice.
Here is a story of Marines by a Marine;
Cemetery Escort Duty:I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'She took long enough to answer.'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.''My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?''Vietnam, ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.''Yes, ma 'am At your service.'She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone. The name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.''Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?' She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines.'She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.
She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.'Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him.. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead. I humped it across the drive to the other post.When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'I have to hand it to Kevin. He never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer:
'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust.'
Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!
If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!
This is the article that appeared on our local news web page. They lowered the bond to 500K. I took the liberty to delete town, and county info, for our privacy. It's below, I still have troubles operating this blog stuff. Our county has no record of a murder in this town and it's been a decade since the last murder in the county. Our town is in shock and as most small towns also is buzzing with rumors*sigh* The boys are the real victims now. Please hold them up in prayer. |
Updated:("May 22, 2009 7:02 PM EST");
May 22, 2009 05:02 PM MDT
One man is dead and another in custody after a shooting Thursday night just outside of_( our town).
According to________ County Sheriff's Officer Lt. Josh McQuillan, the shooting happened just after 10:00 p.m. last night.
________ County Attorney says the suspect, Larry Daniels, 65, is in custody at the ____________ _________ Detention Facility.
Daniels has been charged with deliberate homicide and appeared before ______ County Justice of the Peace Friday morning via teleconference.
Bond was set at $500,000.
The victim died of gunshot wounds, an autopsy will be completed in________.
Investigators from the Montana Department of Justice, Division of Criminal Investigation, are assisting the __________ County Sheriff's Office.
Yep, it the same ole, same ole here. We're just busy planting, watering and pick'en weeds. The heat wave has caused a bit of a concern, the river has risen over 5 ft in three days! It's still 4-5 ft down on our bank, PTL, but it's raging and muddy! We've decided not to let the cows or Mo out in the back pasture, until Mike has a chance to move the electric fence in 5-6 ft more from the edge. Our soil is sandy and when it gets wet the bank tends to sluff off in big portions*sigh*. Right now the electric fence is 4 ft from the edge but just to be safe we want it back further. Button, our Dexter heifer, has been know to test the fence and if it were to go over she'd be right there and we don't want her to fall in, she'd be gone in a flash and probably would drown. I'll try to get pictures today and everyday following so you can see the advancing of the rising water. For the next few days it's only fore casted to be into the high 60's and mid to low 70's F so we pray this slows down the run off flow in the mountains. My Dad came over last evening asking Mike to bring his 22cal. and hurry! He told us that they'd been watching a raccoon for several minutes try to climb our neighbors fence and kept falling off. Okay you ask what's the hurry in that, well.... it was full daylight yet 7pm. and coons just don't come out that early. We knew there had been a coon about, because something stole some of our turkeys eggs and at night my Mom's dog would raise such a fuss and then there was actually a pile of poo on their front porch the other day. By the time Mike got out to the back pasture where the coon was, the coon wasn't moving, but rather was hunched up in a ball. Mike couldn't make out it's head or tail end so walked closer, cautiously. We also though maybe the coon had rabies or had possibly been poisoned. After Mike made sure it was a coon and not someone cat he shot. The coon stirred enough that with the semi auto 22 he shot once more, a head shot and it was over. The coon appeared to be young ( last years baby) and had no visible signs of rabies, or a wound. Mike handled it, taking the necessary precautions in case it was rabies. The whole thing was amiss, a coon out in broad daylight, having difficulty climbing a fence, hunched up and still. If it is someone setting out poison, that grieves me because it isn't just coons who end up dead, but a great many beloved pets, hawks, owls, eagles, fox, vultures, etc...... Better get a move on it, I'm slacking when I need to be getting water going, cows out and barns cleaned and then back to planting and weeding. Blessing to each of you. |
Once home Mike began working on getting our pump for yard and garden up and running. We ended up having to purchase a new pump as the old one rusted( our water here is heavily laden with minerals that literally eat metal *sigh*) Since we bought a new pump, Mike wanted to add more spigots so we can have three for just the garden and he is going to make PVC line spigots( I'll get pictures when he's through making them) so we have 8 faucets to run hose with bubblers. We probably won't run all 8 at once, but even 3-4 will be a blessing in helping to get the garden flood irrigated quicker. He got the pump up and running and he worked on getting the onions flooded and then hooked up a rain bird to water the potato patch. I was watering flowerbeds and the wildflowers on the root cellar. We also flooded fruit trees and had a sprinkler running on the strawberries( which are beginning to bloom)
If our weather cooperates and the wind doesn't blow like today, we hope to get the remainder of our seeds planted and the cabbage all planted. Tomatoes and peppers we'll wait until the weekend, so we can have Mike's help in getting the "walls of water" around each of them. One thing my back doesn't take well, is standing bent over for long periods of time and that is exactly what you do when setting up the "walls of water". So I plant the plants and Mike and Cortney get the walls of water all set up and filled, then I go back and water everything in good.
Well, I need to write a letter to my Grandma, who BTW is 93 yrs old and is my best pen pal! Her handwriting is getting tougher to read, but we still love her letters.
May the remainder of your week be blessed and productive.